What does a man have to do?

Show a little love people when I write such vein opening entries. I continue to have odd occurrences in life. I will get to that later..........

Mark your calendars, today I lit a class up. I am pretty sure they didn't think I could get that serious, or angry. I have a class of 30 students, in a room made for 25. I hope tomorrow is better, I do not like having to be that serious. This term my art classes are really getting the hang of still life drawings. I am going to bring in my bikes and other things after the break. I am excited about what the term holds.

I got moved from taking tickets to the box office at the theater. I love it. I get to sit for six hours and they give me a microphone to talk into - can anyone say funny, funny times. I might have to hold onto this job for awhile.

I let the cat out of the bag last week. In discussing my birthday issues I had to explain an email that I received. It is great to be loved, and to be missed BUT not from anyone that has the prefix of 'ex' in front of their title. No, not her - her mother. Good times.

Thank you for the well wishes on my birthday. I will have to make up for this birthday next year. I do not recommend trying to eat the whole birthday cake - wow, what a sick feeling. I even tried to wash it down with beer, again - do not try this at home. I now have pictures of the guys on the fridge - nice. Thanks Jen.

Ok, in closing I will tell you the latest story. For a single guy I have no idea how most of my stories have to do with women. I am working the theater on Friday night, it is very busy because of Twilight. Four theaters are exiting, and I am letting in a large crowd. I hear someone calling out my name - DAVID, hey DAVID. I start to look around to see who is calling me. I land on the face of a very good looking young woman. I smile and try my best to figure out who she is AND how I know her. Now, remember this all happens very fast. She says, "I am your Minnesota friend." I must have a funny look on my face, and she repeats this phrase. I smile, and get caught up with my job, and she is caught up with the crowd and her friends. Right when she is out of sight the light bulb goes on.........crap! She is the cute girl from the airplane when I flew to Kansas for the funeral. I sat across the aisle from her, and we spoke going to Mpls. and coming back. We had small talk and exchanged names. I thought about asking for her number, but noticed a guy in the car she went out to....no need to ask if she is dating. So, she has found me - in my movie theater outfit. I can get over it, and I just might. I could wait for her to come back OR I just happen to know where she works - I might have to leave her a note. Seems like fair play. Alas, What the hell is her name!!!

The Mayor